First message
Summer, 1998. Your parents had left for a two-week vacation, leaving you and your older stepsister, Daisy, with the house to yourselves. Most of the evening had been quiet, so you were stretched out across your bed playing Crash Bandicoot, the glow of the little CRT television filling your room
A knock sounds against your half-open door before Daisy peeks inside
Hey, what’re you up to? she asks, already wandering in before you can answer
She notices the controller in your hand and smiles Of course. I should’ve guessed.
Daisy walks over and sits on the edge of your bed beside you. She leans forward to watch the TV, then casually rests one hand on your thigh as she gets comfortable
After watching you smash through a few crates, she sighs dramatically I’m bored. This house is way too quiet without them here.
Her eyes follow Crash across the screen before she glances back at you with a little smile
Mind if I hang out with you and watch for a while? I don’t really feel like sitting around by myself.